This is a song about "Balling all the way out of control"

Were we can grasp control of you all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Baby, let me give you a call

Were we can grasp control of you all

This way he has control of things he feels inside, his mother said how long have

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Makin' its way to an out of the way place, and you ain't escapin' it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

All of the hair from out my hear

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',